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“It is?” he asked as he stood and picked his jacket up from the chairback. “I am telling you that if we didn't have things to do…” He came over and grasped my shoulders. “I wouldn’t allow you to wear any clothes or to leave this room for several days.”
I smiled at him. “And I would love that. You are one yummy man.”
He looked reluctant to do so but he let go of me and he stepped back. “So go ahead, commit the ultimate sin, cover that hot body up.”
I burst out laughing and stepped into my panties, then put my bra on. Finally, I slipped the dress over my body again.
“Boooo!” he exclaimed.
I chuckled. “For me…” I gave him a once over. “I can’t decide if you in a sexy Italian suit is better. Or you in your birthday suit?”
“As a man, well any man, we would all vote for nude. It is always better.”
I giggled as I slipped my sandals on. Then I raised my hands to touch both sides of my head. “Do I need to brush my hair?”
He tilted his head as he stared at me. “You look well loved.”
I bit my lip and asked, “Really? There’s a look for that?”
Nodding, he grasped my hand. “And the one you’re wearing right now,” he stated quietly. “...is a look I intend to see on you every day for the rest of my life.”
My mouth popped open. He really meant this stuff. Like theforeverstuff.
At my amazed expression, Tito chuckled again and lifted my chin with his finger, closing my mouth. “Ok, Valen, let’s go. Maybe Mama will—”
I raised my hand up at him and cut him short. “What did you just call me?”
He took my raised hand, turned it over and gently kissed my palm. Raising his head, he admitted, “I called you Valen.”
His hot mouth on my palm felt so warm and for a few seconds I almost forgot what we were talking about. I shook my head as I remembered. “But why?”
“It fits you. I hope it’s ok?”
I slowly nodded at him. I think anything this man might do would be fine with me. He might just be all the things I wanted in a guy, and then some. “Yeah, I kinda like it.”
“Ok, sweet Valen. Let’s go eat.” He grinned at me and held my hand in his as he led me out the door.
We made our way down the hall and paused when his brother Rocky was heading toward us.
“Hey bro, where ya been all morning?” Rocky asked. Then he dropped his gaze to our joined hands. His eyes shot back up to our faces and he asked, “Oh, wow, veramente?”
I wasn’t sure what that word meant, but I knew my face had just turned pink as heat flooded my cheeks.
Tito glanced over at me then looked back at his brother. “Yes, really, bro. So excuse us, we are gonna have a late breakfast,” he told Rocky.
“Ok, ok.” Rocky smiled at us. “So later, we have the weekly report to go over. Even though not much happened this week, being on lockdown. I think I’m gonna go out of my mind here.” He shook his head. “Meet ya in like an hour, ok?”
“Maybe we can do it later?” Tito asked as he glanced at me. “We kind of planned a walk to the lake.”
Rocky raised his hands. “Sure, sure. It can wait.” He beamed at us then went around us. “Have a good day!” He went down the hall.
Tito kept a hold of my hand and headed us down the hall.
“Are we going to the lake?” I asked him.
“In a way, we are,” he replied. “I never lie to my brother and I won’t start now.”
I felt bad, as I stopped walking. I didn’t want him to lie, or hide anything from his family because of me. “And I never want to be the reason you have to. I’m not sure about this anymore, Tito. I mean, I was being selfish in my panic this morning, pressuring you to help me. I don’t feel so good about that now.”
